Chapter 372 - 373: Mother, You’re So Stingy
"Look at how Xiaxia is speaking, what more do you want in terms of faithfulness? Isn’t this it?" Mrs. Luo was slightly embarrassed but she has always had thick skin. After she said the first sentence, the second one came out more smoothly.
"Heavens, you couldn’t possibly plan on gifting my grandad a basket of turnips as your New Year gift, could you?" Yang Chuxia kicked the basket of turnips and pointed towards the gifts Mrs. Liu brought on the table, and said, "See that? Those are what we call New Year gifts, got it? They have meat, clothes, sweets and snacks. What is this you brought? Do you take my grandad for a rubbish picker? You think a basket of crappy turnips is enough? Also, these are undergrown turnips."
Yes, the turnips were indeed undergrown.
Ever since Old Lady Hua died, Mrs. Luo has become increasingly lazy. She used to grow turnips in two fields, one close to home and the other a bit farther away. She planted in the far one but ever since has not even glanced at it, let alone fertilize it.
She checks on the one close to home from time to time, which grows rather well. As for the one far away, they have grown no bigger than walnuts, a turnip is just two eggs big.
She thought that New Year is coming soon, she would have to send something to Old Yang as a sign of respect. Not doing so would surely be unacceptable.
Not mentioning whether Old Master would accept it or not, even if Yang Chuxia that missy doesn’t say anything, she might make a fuss at home. If she’s asked to use some silver to prepare some good things to be sent, it’d feel like slicing her own flesh off.
So after consideration, she decided to dispatch the bunch of small turnips from the yard.
"Xiaxia, you’re being unfair. The gift is light while the sentiment is heavy, right? " Mrs. Luo touched her face and resumed, "Your paternal aunt’s family is not like yours, full of riches, owning stores and farmland, even having a horse cart now. Your grandad has eaten and worn a lot at your house. Our New Year gifts are just tokens of goodwill, as long as the sentiment is there, it is enough."
Upon hearing that, Yang Chuxia rolled her eyes, she really had never met someone who could be so stingy yet full of righteousness.
Mrs. Luo is very irritating, Yang Chuxia lightly kicked the basket of turnips, very tempted to kick it over.
Ye Zi’an saw her intentions, reaching out to pull her arm and shook his head at her.
Yang Chuxia pouted, alright, she won’t embarrass Mrs. Luo in front of her grandad.
Sadly, Mrs. Luo was destined to be shamed today. Because even though Yang Chuxia didn’t want to argue with her, her own daughter came out to confront her.
Yes, you heard right. It was Mrs. Luo’s own daughter, Yang Dongxue, who ran to her mother clumsily.
Then, she lifted her innocent little face and asked, "Mom, you’re so stingy, why are you so stingy?"
"Exactly, Aunt Four, why are you so stingy?" Yang Xiayun, standing next to Yang Dongxue, also chimed in.
The innocent words from the two kids made Mrs. Luo quite unhappy and her face darkened.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Have you been naughtily running around the town?" Mrs. Luo, being furious, slapped Yang Dongxue’s back.
But since she didn’t hit hard, it didn’t hurt Yang Dongxue much. Instead, it felt like a tickle, causing Yang Dongxue to laugh out loud. After evading her mother, she again said, "Mother is stingy, mother is stingy."
She clapped while saying these words, causing great embarrassment to Mrs. Luo.
Old Yang, who was standing at the side meanwhile, just shook his head helplessly. Seeing Mrs. Luo’s agonized face, he sighed and said, "Fourth’s, I’ll accept the turnips, but you should go now. You mentioned that I have plenty to eat and drink at Third’s house and don’t need your gifts. So, don’t bother sending anything in the future."